passage

“It’s the fourth quarter,” my aunt said. We had eaten pizza, and now we were sitting on family heirloom dining room chairs, around a big table. “Death is never pretty,” my uncle said. And that felt truthful. My sister said she regretted so much not having children. We got updates on the addict, the pregnancies. […]

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End

We packed up and cleaned out my dad’s office, ending his legal career and small business ownership of 47 years, the people in and out of the doors were his children, family friends, and a colleague of 40 years, and a wife, and an ex-wife. All my life dad’s office existed, a third place where […]

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drugstore

Last weekend I went to buy decongestant. The good decongestant, the one they use to make meth, the one with the sly name (pseudoephedrine), can now only be purchased from the pharmacist. I walk up to the drugstore doors, and see the sign says the pharmacy closes at 6. It is 6:08. Well. Now I […]

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again

Well, here we are again, relearning that the United States is not immune to strong man appeals. I don’t like learning this. The day after the election was a doozy for me: our class fish died, and when I went to pick up my anxiety meds, I pulled out and another car hit me. Happily, […]

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